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It has been cloudy since the day of my arrival. While the days since my arrival as well as departure are still very shortly numbered, it already feels like a life time, as time seems to be coming to a stand still. I now know I have taken a few important things for granted, and now my life as I know it is at stake. The Angels have taken a different approach on their journey, as they speak to me of some ancient prophecy, and long dreaded evil that must be avoided at all costs.

My soul, and the brighter half’s that stands side by side, are fractured when one. I have destroyed a sacred vessel. While my efforts now may indeed be futile, I must do what I can to turn the tides before the day of loneliness arrives. While the clouds still cover these skies, I can now see these skies have scrapers now. The day of the new Advent is very closely approaching, and shortly following, the period of darkness. If I am to weak for this journey, I will surely perish, and will be left behind with the Advent of old. I fear my talents, well-being, my heart, all that I am, is now being tested.

The Healing & Rising process I thought I once fulfilled some time ago now seems to be all a dream, as I sink lower and lower into this concrete. These towers and all their might, how oddly weak I must be, how such a strange place can have such a frightening impact on what was such a sturdy soul as mine, I will never know. But now, in this time to confront whatever new fate is waiting for me, I shall take drastic measures, even if they shall be the last actions I take.

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Sharpened lights sting my eyes day by day. I am seemingly beginning to grow tired awaking, with everyday that passes by. But now, as the sun is at it’s setting stage and the darkness is slowly creeping in, I keep in mind of the dawn of the new Advent in which I must face, for until then, I can no longer rest. While my heart grows weaker, my mind seemingly grows stronger. How strange this yet meaningless this is, as my mind stores my sanity, yet my heart grasps onto my very life.

The air has now begun growing colder. Those who have not passed the test of strength have now gone into hiding for their productivity has now reached it’s peak. Others may have given up, and no longer do I see their souls on a day to day basis. These are the stunning images of time. And in my time, I still find myself struggling with the very poison that flows within my veins. For soon, another group of souls will be strongly against me, keeping me on the move, unable to rest. However,  this is the cost I must pay. For what reason? I have yet to find. While some strange darkness hovers through my core, whispering to vanish early, that my effort are futile,  I ache to concede. Yet out of some clueless spark of heart, I never do, perhaps I feel for some reason one may be in need to foolishly come to me for answers? Or perhaps something else.

As I set foot on this newly discovered land, there are no winds to point in a necessary direction, there are no souls calling out to me to continue going forward, there are no signs, no sounds of any helpful sort, only noises distracting me from the very new path I am destined to take. So what must I turn to now? I look towards this weakening heart, still in need of healing for answers, for a direction, just a sign. But I know now that as this sun sets, my time here is limited, for I cannot stay forever. As I attempt to quickly gather all that I need, I struggle to find a common direction. And so it Begins.